Step mom

“Jamie can you come here please?” She yelled from her bedroom. I didn’t like being summoned like that but I didn’t have much choice.

It was humiliating that she was closer to my age than my fathers, though I had to admit she was gorgeous. Long blonde hair, bright blue eyes and surgically enhanced chest, I couldn’t blame him.

At 18, I couldn’t wait to branch out and get away to university. One last summer bouncing between mums and dads houses, working at the bar to make some money and hitting the gym.

She was still in bed as I entered the room, a white sheet covering her from the chest down. She waved towards the seat opposite the bed and I sat down nervously.

“What is it, Kat?” I asked, almost disrespectfully. I always get awkward around her.

“Please” she smiled, her teeth pearly white and lips full. “It’s Momma Kat…”

I sighed internally. At best she could be considered a step mother, I don’t know why she insisted on it. But mummy? It seemed so cliche, yet I knew it wasn’t worth the battle fighting it.

“Sorry, Mummy Kat” I said, hiding my distain with a smile. “What can I help you with?”

“I need to talk to you about something…” she continued. We both shifted a little uncomfortably and avoided eye contact, though I could feel hers burning into me.

“I was missing a pair of my really nice underwear… and then I found them in your room…” she said.

The air sucked out of the room and I could feel my cheeks burning in shame.

“What were they doing in there Jamie?” She asked. I froze, unable to speak.

“Jamie?” She pressed further. “Did you take them in there?”

I couldn’t answer.

“Jamie?”

She paused, shifting her weight unconsciously.

“I know you did, Jamie” she said, pausing for a few moments. I couldn’t feel her staring me up and down and I tried my best to hide my forming erection.

“And I know you sniffed them too….” She said, confident in her assessment. I gulped deeply and my cheeks burnt in shame, unable to look up from the floor.

I didn’t even mean to, I couldn’t help it. As if my body was on auto pilot, I nodded a single nod, still staring at the floor.

She let out a little sigh. A disappointed sigh.

“You masturbated over them too, didn’t you Jamie?”

I heard the voice, recognising it before I even realised it was my own.

“Yes…..mummy” I said.

Fuck.

She gently pulled the sheet back, walking around to the foot of the bed and sitting down on it, less than a meter from me.

Even without looking up, I could tell she looked fantastic, all of my stolen glances filling in the blanks in my vision within my mind. She was wearing a matching white and blue lace bra and panties, her toes and fingernails paired a matching royal blue.

“Thank you for being honest…” she said slowly, measured. My head was spinning as she tapped the bed beside her. “Come sit here…it’s going to be okay”

Slinking over to her, although physically I was bigger, the body language told the story of who was in charge. I tried my best to hide my throbbing erection but in no means was successful.

She placed her hand on my lower neck, catching me off guard.

“I’m sorry, but you need to be punished for this…” she said quietly.

Firmly.

Authoritatively.

She caught me off guard and in one swift moment, she pushed me over her lap, my head landing in the softness of the duvet. I turned my legs slightly as my body twisted and if there was any doubt in her mind I was hard before, that was long gone as it pressed against her thighs through my shorts.

One hand was placed on the back of my neck, pushing me down with surprising control. I tried to fight it for a second, as the other slid my shorts down just below my cheeks, fully exposing my rump.

I was frozen. Was this really happening???

The first blow came gently across my cheeks, before she spoke softly.

“One”

Another one followed, soft, yet firm.

“Two” her voice mirrored the blow.

Holy shit, she was spanking me!

The subsequent blows were slow, gentle yet firm, each one compounding with a stinging pain. One thing was for certain though, I didn’t take a breath the entire time.

As blow nine hit, it was significantly harder, and I gasped. She gently dragged her nails along my burning flesh before the final blow on the opposite cheek.

“What do you say?” She tutted, pulling up my pants. I swallowed deeply, my voice pathetic.

“Thank you, mummy” I whispered, barely audible over the sound of my pounding heartbeat. “It won’t happen again”

“Go sit back down” she said, and I did, glad to be facing away from her to hide my arousal. After I sat she stood, walking back around to the bed. I couldn’t help it, my eyes dropping to her perfect derrière before she slid back under the covers. I swear she shook it a little extra and knew I was watching.

“Now…” she said sternly, “it’s not okay to just take people’s things. I understand the appeal, we all get…frustrated…. I mean with daddy not here the past few days… I’ve been extremely on edge. But, you can’t take things without asking. If you had asked, I probably would have let you…”

I shuddered, THIS never would have happened if he was home.

But he wasn’t home, nor would he be for another three days. I couldn’t tell what was more arousing, knowing she openly admitted she had been horny or the idea she would knowingly let me sniff her underwear.

I tried my best, but I just couldn’t focus enough to answer. She seemed to relish in my awkwardness, pressing me further.

“Did you like the smell of my panties, Jamie?” She asked cutely.

I couldn’t even look up, simply nodding. I felt my balls tighten and precum ooze from my tip.

I felt the smirk spread across her face, and felt the crimson shade of shame mirror across my own.

She smiled, her teasing grin unmistakable.

“They weren’t even good ones, pretty fresh to be honest….” She giggled. “Not like the ones I’ve got on now… I masturbated in them last night, and again this morning….”

I swallowed deeply. I could feel myself shaking. Was this really happening? Am I dreaming right now? Had she just played with herself and then summoned me in here?

“You want to ask, now, don’t you?” She asked, a leading question. I couldn’t move, speak or breathe. It felt like an eternity before she spoke again.

“Jamie?”

I twisted my head trying to shake it off. It didn’t work.

“Jamie…?” She said sweetly. I was putty in her hands. Finally I gasped.

“Please!!” I almost shouted.

“Please…. what?” She teased.

“Please mummy…” I begged. “Please can I sniff your dirty panties…”

I sounded as pathetic as I felt.

She giggled, and even without looking up I felt her biting her bottom lip in the cutest way possible. She shifted her weight slightly in the bed, before uttering one simple word in response.

“Sure”

I gasped, suddenly aware I hadn’t had a proper breath in minutes.

Beneath the sheets, I saw her plant her feet and bridge, lifting her ass off the mattress. Her hands moved to her hips, hooking the sides of the lace and sliding them downwards.

I could hear the lick of moisture as the fabric separated from her slit, the energy in the room palpable. She slid her hands down past her knees before dropping her bottom down and twisting her legs as she removed them from each limb, sliding them up under the sheets.

My mind was so focused and alert, even though I want looking at her, I could tell everything that was happening all though the room. She tossed them across at me and as watching a movie, I stuck my hand out, their flight path rainbowing perfectly to land in my fingertips.

I looked down at the panties, catching a slight wiff of them as the disturbed air brushed past my face. They were high class, expensive. Probably worth more than my entire current asset base combined.

I slowly raised and lowered each finger up and down, inspecting the silk, clearly damp with desire. Bringing them up to my nostrils, my eyes met with hers before shutting, deeply inhaling her deep, musky scent into my lungs.

I let out a groan, I didn’t even mean to it just happened. It was primal, a deep animalistic grunt of appreciation.

I took several deep inhalations before daring to open my eyes. They immediately met hers, the look on her face filled with awe and pure surprise.

“Do you like that, Jamie?” She asked.

I nodded as I continued to absorb the desire, taking another deep breath before groaning.

“Yes mummy!” I hissed.

I saw the small circular movements of her fingers between her legs. Fuck! She was masturbating!! Right now!

My body was on autopilot, reaching down and gripping my shaft though my shorts, lucky they were loose enough to gently grip my 8 inch cock and gently rub it.

She let out an audible gasp, her eyes transfixed on my rod. I dared not touch the tip, knowing I was one wrong, or possibly right, move away from exploding.

“You smell so delicious, mummy” I groaned, her eyes lingering on my rod before darting up to meet mine, her expression suddenly serious, though her fingertips still making strong circles below her pelvis. In the silence of the moment I could hear the moisture on her lips as they parted with each of her movements.

“Would you like to smell it straight from the source?” She teased.

“Oh fuck mummy” I groaned, feeling my cock swell even harder though my shorts. “I would love that so much!”

She smirked again, turning 90 degrees so her legs dangled over the side of the bed, tossing some pillows under her shoulders.

“You better come here then....” she whispered.

I moved to the side of the bed, kneeling between her legs and gently kissed the inside of her lower thigh, working my way up towards her abdomen, her sex still concealed by the sheet. As I reached the white Egyptian cotton, she slid the white sheet off to her side.

It was almost as if god himself had appeared, her pussy laid out perfectly before me like a heavenly spread. I took a deep breath in through my nose, her musky scent burning deep into my brain.

It was perfect, waxed completely smooth. She had engorged, symmetrical lips puffed full of arousal. The central pink slit was drooling with desire and her clitoris peeled beautifully from beneath its hood.

“Wow mummy…” I hissed, “it’s perfect!”

I took another deep breath in, shutting my eyes and enjoying the scent. Each breath I moved closer to her, looking up and her attentive face as she peeks down at me through her mountainous breasts like a morning sunrise spearing through hills.

I was less than an inch from her, close enough I wouldn’t dare approach more out of fear my movements while inhaling her would accidentally touch her. I heard and felt her twitch and clench uncontrollably, a dribble of fluid tracing down her lips and asshole before soaking into the bed.

“You want to taste me don’t you Jamie?” She whispered, the energy in the room electric.

“Yes mummy” I replied desperately. “So badly mummy, please may I?”

“Mmmm yes…” she hissed. “Eat mummy’s pussy”

I didn’t need to be told twice, my tongue flicking out and collecting the juices off her taint, gently moving up the left side of her pussy lips before retreating back down and repeating the same for the right side.

I then dipped my tongue into her hole, savouring her delicious juices. I explored her tight little hole, delving into every little crevice I could find and licked and sucked at her as she let out a little whimper.

I dipped and delved into her delicious pussyjuice like a parched  puppy, before coming up for air. I felt her dripping from my chin, unable to retain my selfish desires any longer, I moved up slightly and suckled at her engorged clitoris.

The effect was immediate and immense, her body spasming as her back arched. Her passive whimpering became a lot more hurried and active, cries of pleasure ringing out through the room in a language not of this dimension.

“Fuck, Jamie!” She cried out, her legs wrapping around the back of my head and her heels driving into my back, pushing me deeper and harder, grinding upwards with her hips into my face.

I matched her energy, assaulting her clitoris with a barrage of licking in and sucking and slurping as she twisted and bucked beneath me. One hand gripped at she sheets with white knuckles while the other ran fingers through my hair in increasing desperation.

I bought my hand behind her thigh, inserting two fingers into her surprisingly tight mess, aggressively finger fucking her with a come to me motion. The effect was too much, pushing her over the edge as I felt her clamp down on my fingers. Looking down on me, she gasped.

“Fuck Jamie” she cried out, before throwing her sweat stained forehead back. “Mummy’s coming for you…..!!!!!!”

Wave after wave ripped though her tiny frame as she pushed and bucked and bumped and twisted beneath me, finally exploding and pushing off as she shuddered and I fell back against the wall.

I watched for a few moments, her body short circuiting before me as she twitched as if possessed by a demon. As she slowly returned to our dimension I panicked, rushing from the room muttering my need for a cold shower.

My mind was a buzz as I shut the bathroom door, stripped naked and jumped inside the large tiled shower, blasting ice cold water all over me shocking my mind back into my body. I was grateful for the small wooden fold down seat in the corner to rest as the water tried to was the confusion from me, though surprisingly did little to calm my cock, just slightly taking the edge off.

Had that really happened? It seemed like a dream. Surely that wasn’t real?

I heard the door open and she appeared behind the glass shower door, regretting my haste in not locking the door. The look on her face let me know she would have kicked it in anyway.

She reached in and turned the water to warm, removing her bra and stepping naked into the water, crossing to me quickly and throwing one leg up on the stool, gripping at my cock with her blue fingernails wrapping around my throbbing heat as she guided it towards her cunt.

“No” I squeaked, panicked and embarrassed. I stood, so we were both in the water. “I…. I can’t…. I’m too turned on… for pussy…. I’ll come in one stroke….”

She giggled and this admission and it only seemed to amplify her desires. She turned slightly so my back was to the water, shielding her. She slowly knelt downwards to her knees, taking my cock between her massive breasts.

Smushing my veiny meat between them, she passionately stroked up and down with her balloons, the water providing the perfect lubrication for her to tittyfuck me.

“Maybe you could come on my tits then?” She said, looking up though her sparkling eyes longingly.

“Or….” She said smiling, lowering her mouth down over my swollen purple head, “you could come down my throat…”

“Oh god” I gasped, gripping the wall. It felt heavenly, the smooth, silky motion of her mouth bobbing up and down while she maintained eye contact. The girls my age did not have mummy’s skills!

She closed her eyes, dropping as deep as she could, wiggling left and right until she swallowed my sword, once again making eye contact before she slid her tongue out the bottom and tickled my balls. I was in heaven.

Sliding off, she lowered her head around to my swollen balls, licking and sucking them into her hungry mouth. I couldn’t believe how amazing she felt, it wasn’t just the kink of it all but the pure, physical ecstasy was mind blowing.

“Or…” she said with a naughty smile, reaching a hand up and running it up and down my shaft like a trombone, her thick throat spittle the perfect lubrication. “…. You could come all over mummy’s face?”

I shuddered, unable to hide the swelling in my member as it throbbed up though her hand.

“Oooohhh we have a winner” she cood. “I was hoping you were going to say that….”

I couldn’t even respond, grabbing the wall in desperation. I could feel every nerve in my body vibrating in high frequency before I finally was launched into orbit.

“Oh god Justin, come on my face!” She begged, her tongue flicking back and forth across the tip, held left hand cupping my balls causing my heart to nearly explode. “Please, come all over mummy’s slutty face, I want your load so badly!”

I felt that familiar, overwhelming feeling starting deep inside me, the warmth and sudden relaxation before the stars zoomed past me and I plunged into hyper speed. My cock pulsed and I cried out in pleasure as the first pump of warm juice pressured my balls to the base of my shaft before launching along my rod.

“Oh mummy!” I groaned unconsciously as wave after wave of pleasure radiated from deep within me, shuddering as she massaged my balls with one hand and stroked my length vigorously with the other.

As the first pump of cum sprayed from my tip, it hit the roof of her mouth as she continued to pump me with vigor, spraying rope after rope of my fertile seed all over her face. She embraced it, loving each and every drop as she milked me all over her gorgeous face, eyes bright and unwavering as her thick lashes protected them.

Her mouth remained open, trying her best to capture as much as she could, her tongue swirling the tip to gather each drop as my orgasm cooled before she swallowed deeply. I faded, bracing myself against the wall and sitting as she licked and scooped all of the creamy liquid and swallowed it all, all while looking me dead in the eye.

I shuddered and she smiled, turning with intent, washing her face and then opening the door to the shower as I lay in shock.

But she didn’t leave, as I thought she might, instead retrieving a large, red, jelly vibrator from the top shelf below the sink. She backed up towards me, still under the rainfall of the shower, looking over her shoulder at me.

“You have no idea how many times I’ve fucked myself right here in this shower with this toy, thinking about you…” she whispered sensually.

I shuddered, still unable to move after she had sucked the life from my soul, watching her slide the toy between her legs and up inside her pink pussy.

“Oooh” she shuddered as she began sliding it in and out of her slick juices, its low hum complimented by the pattering of the water from the shower. Her pace was quick and hurried and I knew it wouldn’t take her long to get over the line again.

She placed one leg up slightly on the wall, leaning forwards and holding her weight on the far end wall. In this well braced position, she didn’t hold back, ploughing herself between her legs with the mighty toy.

As the room eventually stopped spinning, I was laser focused, watching her frothing at a rapid pace towards orgasm, finally exploding in a twitching mess of screams and spasms.

She turned the toy off and tried to steady herself, like a newborn deer. I moved behind her, wrapping my arms around her and holding her close.

“That was…. So much better than I thought…. I would ever be…” she panted.

“Was?” I asked.

She paused, looking over her shoulder at me, confused.

I gripped the base of my rehardened cock, smearing it up and down her lips.

“Have you forgotten what it’s been like to be with an 18 year old mummy?”